Ethan
The pyre stood ready in the heart of the clearing, an imposing structure of wood and stone, its solemn purpose weighing on everyone gathered. The sky above burned in streaks of orange and crimson as dusk descended, and the air was heavy with an aching stillness. Tonight, we would say goodbye to Dylan, our Gamma, our brother in arms, and my friend.
The pack had gathered in a wide circle, silent and somber, their faces cast in the soft glow of torches lining the perimeter. Among them stood Grace, her head bowed, her fingers clenched tightly around the token she would leave for Dylan. She hadn’t spoken much since it happened, her grief a quiet storm that churned behind her emerald eyes.
Beside her stood Dylan’s brothers, their matching red hair catching the torchlight. They formed an
